#besides everything

Original subbed Alucard:

                    𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬     𝐨𝐟     𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲     𝐚𝐧𝐝     𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭     Auradon     Prep     no     longer     seem     as     comforting     as     the     pamphlets     fed     down     their     throat     make     them     out     to     be.     The     hallways     are     too     narrow     and     the     lights     are     too     bright.     The     crowd     is     too     loud     and     she     can’t     hear     herself     think.     Fingers     curl     around     the     edge     of     her     phone     ,     and     the     grind     of     her     teeth     produces     a     deafening     sound     that     reverberates          in     a     hollow     skull.     The     decision     comes     quick     and     old     habits     die     hard.     Impulse     wins     over     heart     --     always     does     ,     always     will     --     when     she     presses     the     pad     of     her     thumb     to     accept     the     dare.     TEN     SECONDS     ,     it’s     only     ten     seconds.

Feels     like     ten     seconds     by     the     time     she     finds     her     ,     Aklla     doesn’t     remember     much     of     the     last     hour.     She     remembers     a     ring.     Remembers     putting     it     onto     her     own     finger     and     laughing     because     it     didn’t     burn     the     way     she     thought     it     would.     (     Why     would     it     ?     She’s     not     the     fairy.     )     She     remembers     hearing     herself     like     she     wasn’t     in     the     room     ,     like     it     came     from     down     the     hallway     and     sent     goosebumps     crawling     up     her     skin.     She     remembers     looking     at     her     reflection     and     recognizing     herself.     Remembers     that     this     WAS     HER     ,     that     the     girl     staring     back     with     eyes     too     wide     and     lips     that     fight     to     not     turn     up     into     a     grin     was     her.     Not     who     she     became     ,     but     who     she     always     was.     She     doesn’t     remember     anything     else.

Empty     eyes     can’t     seem     to     look     at     the     cheerleader     as     she     goes     on     about     how     practice     had     went.     Something     about     a     girl     being     dropped     to     which     Aklla     offers     a     curt     laugh     ,     and     another     comment     about     her     outfit.     One     word     answers     aren’t     uncommon     with     the     isle     girl     ,     but     her     mind     is     elsewhere     and     it’s     clear     with     the     way     she     fidgets     with     the     jewellery     that     weighs     her     hand     down.     When     the     brunette     stops     in     front     of     her     ,     Aklla     doesn’t     see     her.     She     doesn’t     let     herself     truly     see     the     girl     with     eyes     that     seemed     to     always     catch     the     light     ,     the     girl     who     never     failed     to     look     at     her     with     anything     but     awe.     And     for     that     ,     maybe     she     DESERVED     the     consequences     she’d     pay.

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